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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
When the phone at the desk rang, Natalie didn't really pay attention to it. She was too focused on her own thoughts as she sat there in the hotel lobby anxiously waiting for Jennifer, the mysterious Mister Gray's representative, to arrive.
"Nattie!" the slender Asian desk clerk called out from the desk.
"Yes, Miss Kim?" answered Natalie, startled.
"The woman you're waiting for, Jennifer? She's outside," reported Miss Kim. "She says you should go out and meet her."
"Okay, thanks," said Natalie.
Natalie stood and walked to the street entrance. She'd expected Jennifer to meet her here in the lobby. Not only did she have to go to Mister Gray, she was even being summoned to go to his assistant. It only served to further underscore the unequal nature of this upcoming meeting.
The late afternoon sun was still bright, causing Natalie to blink as she emerged from the hotel out onto the sidewalk. She saw a small European sports car stopped at the curb in front of the canvas awning that projected out from the hotel's main entrance.
Reggie had had a car like that back when they felt secure in Danessa's success. Natalie still remembered the day they came to repossess it. She was surprised when a pretty black woman leaned across the passenger seat and called to her from the car.
"Natalie?" asked the black woman. "Natalie Summers?"
"Yes," answered Natalie. "You're Jennifer?"
When she'd spoken to Jennifer on the phone, she'd assumed she was white. Natalie was taken aback seeing that she'd been mistaken.
"That's right," smiled Jennifer. "Sorry I couldn't come in to meet you. I couldn't find a place to park. Please, get in."
"Ain't no problem," said Natalie, climbing into the sport car.
Jennifer seemed to be in her late twenties, possibly thirty. She had a medium complexion and long straight dark brown hair that went well past her shoulders. Natalie thought she had the kind of good looks that would get a black woman on television. The kind of good looks that Danessa had.
"It's nice to meet you, Natalie," said Jennifer as she pulled out into traffic. "Mister Gray has been looking forward to meeting you, too."
"I's glad to hear that," replied Natalie. "I's a little su'prised by all this, bein' so sudden an' all."
"Yes," agreed Jennifer. "I apologize for all the rushing. But, when Mister Gray wants something, he wants it now. I'm sure you know how it is in this business."
"Yeah, I does," said Natalie. "So... What exactly do Mister Gray want wit' Nessa? Is he some kinda producer or somethin'?"
"Yes, he is," replied Jennifer. "Or was, really. He produced a number of game shows back in the eighties and nineties. It's how he made his fortune. Now he only gets involved in projects he's especially interested in."
"Game shows?" repeated Natalie. "I guess that's why I ain't heard o' him 'fore now."
"Well, he's heard of you, Natalie," Jennifer told her. "'Over the Edge'. 'Doctor Place'."
"He seen them soaps I's on?" Natalie was incredulous. "Them's more 'n twen'y years ago!"
"Oh, yes," said Jennifer. "Even those episodes of 'Sheriff Lowbrow' you were on. When someone catches his eye, he remembers. He's quite remarkable."
"I ain't think nobody remembers me on them shows," Natalie told her. "I weren't no regular or nothin'. I was gonna be a regular on Sheriff Lowbrow, but it got canceled."
"That's too bad," said Jennifer sympathetically. "Mister Gray told me you're a natural. He's got an eye for that."
"Ain't that somethin'...," Natalie responded. "I wish I'd run into him back then. What's he doin' that he wants Nessa for? Mister Kincaid said somethin' 'bout a personal appearance. Said it paid more 'n a thousand dollars."
"That's about all the details I can give you," replied Jennifer. "He'll tell you what he has in mind when you meet him. And, here we are."
Jennifer turned into the garage entrance of the Century Park Towers, an exclusive downtown address. Natalie remembered when they were on the waiting list for an apartment here. Their ability to pay the rent went long before they got to the top of the list.
After getting out of the car, Jennifer led Natalie to the elevator and put a key card into a slot. Clearly they didn't want just anybody in the building. Once they were on board, the younger black woman pressed the "PH" button at the top of the panel. They were going all the way up to the penthouse.
"The penthouse is actually the top two floors," Jennifer informed her on their way up.
The elevator doors opened into a small room when they reached the penthouse. There were large plants in pots on the floor. Jennifer slipped the key card into a slot next to the door opposite the elevator. When the latch clicked, she pushed the door open.
This next room was quite striking to Natalie. It looked like something she'd see on television. Plush carpeting, a couple of light colored leather upholstered couches and chairs were arranged around the spacious room. Opposite the entrance appeared to be a wall of glass that separated the room from a outdoor patio.
"Wait here, Natalie," Jennifer instructed. "I'll go tell Mister Gray you're here."
The young black woman went off through an archway that led into the rest of the apartment. Natalie stood still, drinking in the incredible view of the city through the expansive windows. She was still mesmerized by it when Roger Gray entered the room.
Roger looked appropriate for the role of wealthy producer. He appeared to be in his mid fifties, a full head of graying hair, not too tall, but his broad shoulders made his stature commanding. Natalie hadn't been quite sure what to expect, but she found him very attractive in his blue oxford shirt and khaki slacks.
"Natalie Summers," spoke Roger. "I'm glad you could come by on short notice. I'm Roger Gray. Pleased to meet you."
"I's pleased to meet you, too, Mister Gray," replied Natalie.
Roger sat in one of the chairs and gestured to the end of the couch nearest him. Natalie sat down.
"I've been kicking around an idea for a project for many years and I think the time is right to start making it a reality," began Roger. "It's a film I plan on producing independently. A historical drama. I've had a few different actresses in mind for it as I've pictured it and one of them is Danessa Summers."
"A movie?" asked Natalie. "Mister Kincaid said somethin' 'bout a personal appearance."
"Yes, that's true," replied Roger. "Danessa has been... out of circulation for a number of years. What I have in mind is an extended audition of sorts. I want to see if she can perform the way I have in mind for the film. However, since this will be a fairly demanding audition that will be a performance in itself, I feel it's only fair to pay for it."
"What kinda performance?" Natalie wanted to know.
"The performance I had in mind was for Li'l Nessa to audition for the part," continued Roger. "And, when I say Li'l Nessa, I mean the character she played on The Malarkeys. She would stay in character throughout the audition, from the time she arrived until she left. So, you see, it would be both an audition as well as a performance."
"Uh huh," replied Natalie. "What kind of part is it?"
"Well, I don't want to give away too much about the story until I know that Nessa is right for the part," Roger answered. "But, I can tell you that the part I have in mind for her is the main character. The movie will follow her from her early teens to adulthood."
"I want an actress who can pass for a young teenager, both in appearance and manner," Roger went on. "There will be a fair bit of nudity and sexual situations in the film, so she must be at least eighteen for legal reasons as well as the fact that her character is an adult for some of the picture."
"This ain't some kinda porno is it?" Natalie asked.
"No," Roger told her, "nothing like that. I want the film to be... stimulating... There's no explicit sex scenes or anything like that, but it will be suggestive. You'll understand when you see the script."
"What are you gonna have Nessa do fo' this audition?" Natalie queried him. "I had to do some things I ain't proud of fo' auditions, Mister Gray. Nessa ain't never had to do nothin' like that."
"Nessa's a grown woman now," replied Roger. "Her character will have several nude scenes and they'll be sexual at times. I'll direct her during the audition. Naturally, since I want her to remain in character, I expect her to react as her character would."
"Still, if she's to have the part, she'll have to do as she's told. If I tell her to strip, then she'll undress. If I tell her to kneel then she'll get down on her knees. If I tell her to spread her legs for me, then she'll do it. I want to make sure she can take it because the role is a demanding on.
"Spread her legs!" exclaimed Natalie.
"That's right, Natalie," Roger responded. "If this is a problem, then I'll have to go with one of the actresses who's willing to do what it takes."
It always comes to this, she thought. But, Roger was right about Danessa being a grown woman. She was a legal adult and should be able to make these decisions for herself just as Natalie had done thirty years in the past. She'd never became a star, but if she had to do it all over again, she'd still make the same choices.
"All I kin do is tell Nessa what you got in mind," replied Natalie. "I'll tell her what she gotta do an' let her decide."
"Excellent," said Roger. "Now, don't forget, I can't promise her the part if she auditions for it. That depends on her and how well she does. However, whether she gets the part or not, I'll be paying her twenty five hundred dollars for the performance."
"Twen'y five hun'red dollars?" Natalie perked up.
"That's right," Roger confirmed. "Cash. I'm not trying to take advantage of Nessa or you. I want her to succeed because I want her in my movie. But, if she makes the effort and it just doesn't work out, she still deserves to get paid the way I'd pay any actress for a performance."
"Actually," added Roger, "seeing you now has me thinking there's a part in this movie for you. I remember your work from those soap operas. The maid in "Over the Edge". The nurse on "Doctor Place". I was disappointed when "Sheriff Lowbrow" got cancelled just when your character was taking on a larger role."
"Me?" blushed Natalie. "You sayin' you want me in yo' movie?"
"Maybe," Roger responded. "It's actually the part of the mother to the character I have Nessa in mind for."
Natalie's mind raced. She'd been a little wary of getting Danessa involved in this project. The idea of her daughter doing nude scenes made her uneasy. The audition he had in mind had really shocked her, though the money made her feel better about it. After all, it would be Danessa's decision. But, the idea that she might still have a shot at being in a movie put everything in a different light.
"It's been twen'y years since I did any actin'," said Natalie. "But, bein' in a movie's somethin' I always wanted."
"Perhaps I can make it happen for you then," Roger told her. "Now, the mother appears in several nude scenes as well. Do you think you'd be comfortable with that?"
"I ain't know 'bout that," replied Natalie. "I ain't never done nothin' like that. An', I ain't so young an' pretty like I was. The years ain't so kind to a lady."
"Nonsense, Natalie!" exclaimed Roger. "I think you look wonderful. Why don't you stand up and turn slowly for me."
"Okay," Natalie agreed shyly.
The older black woman stood up on the plush carpeting and slowly turned around for the producer. She felt the butterflies she used to get at auditions many years ago.
"Very nice," Roger complimented her. "Very nice. Now, I want you to slip out of that dress and let me have a look at you."
"You mean right here?" said Natalie with surprise. "What about the windows?"
"Yes," Roger confirmed. "Right here and now. We're fourteen stories up. No one can see you except me. Take the dress off, Natalie."
Natalie flashed back to her first so called audition. Stripping in the casting director's office and letting him have his way with her. It was strange, she thought. She'd been humiliated at the time all those years ago. Now, she found herself a little aroused that this handsome white man wanted to see her body.
"Okay," Natalie acquiesced.
Her face hot, Natalie began to unbutton the top of her uniform dress. All the feelings she'd had that time thirty years ago came rushing back to her. She kept glancing at Roger's face to try and gauge his reaction to what she was showing him. His eyes were fixed on her body as she slipped off her shoes and socks.
The buttons unfastened, Natalie pushed the dress down over her hips and the garment fell to the floor. The older colored woman stood in front of the white man dressed only in her bra and panties.
"Is this okay?" asked Natalie hopefully.
"More than okay," replied Roger. "Much more than okay. Take off the bra now, girl."
Girl! She knew she should take offense at that, but instead she could feel her pussy tingle. The handsome white man wanted to see her stuff, and she had to admit to herself that she was happy to show it to him. In fact, he was beginning to bring out a submissive streak in her.
"Yes, sir," said Natalie softly.
Natalie pulled her arms out of the shoulder straps of her bra and lowered the cups, allowing her heavy breasts to spill out. She blushed when she saw how Roger sat with rapt attention, completely focused on her. Sliding the bra to one side so she could get at the clasp, she unhooked it and let it drop.
"Marvelous!" exclaimed Roger happily. "Simply, marvelous!"
"Thank you," Natalie replied bashfully. "They ain't too saggy is they?"
"Certainly not!" said Roger. "They're perfect! Listen, Natalie, I consider myself to be something of a connoisseur of the female negro and you are a beautiful colored woman. Now get those panties off and show me what you've got like a good girl."
She found herself strangely aroused by the way he was speaking to her. It was more than a little humiliating to have him refer to her as a "female negro" as if she were a specimen of a species. But, the way he said it all seemed so reasonable. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Natalie pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She could tell her pussy was soaked. The older black woman was now completely nude and displaying herself to this man she'd just met. She was a little scared, but incredibly turned on.
"Turn around, slowly," ordered Roger. "That's the way..."
As she slowly turned around, Natalie could feel the wetness between her legs.
"You've got a magnificent ass, girl," Roger told her. "Nice big fat black ass. I've never see one better."
"Thank you..., sir," replied Natalie.
"Good girl, Natalie," he praised her. "Very good girl."
Natalie was a veteran of the casting couch. She'd learned that she frequently had to use her body to get even the smallest roles. Perhaps she'd even been thinking of that when she first started pulling her dress off for Roger.
But now, it was different. Roger's obvious pleasure at the sight of her body made her feel good. And even though Natalie knew it was degrading for her to be objectified this way, it was also highly arousing for her. She'd already started thinking of how much she wanted him to take her.
Suddenly the scene was interrupted by the sound of the door latch clicking.
"Daddy?" called a female voice. "Oops! Sorry..."
There standing in the entrance to the room was a slender woman with long blonde hair. She appeared to be in her early thirties and the resemblance to Roger Gray was uncanny. Natalie was instantly mortified at being discovered this way.
"It's okay, Laura," Roger replied to her. "Just doing a little auditioning."
Laura Gray walked over to where her father was seated and stood beside him.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed with recognition. "It's Aunt Fanny! From Sheriff Lowbrow!"
Natalie was speechless. Having this woman see her like this, standing naked in the middle of the living room, displaying herself for the woman's father was embarrassing enough. But, having her recognize her was utterly humiliating.
"That's right," smiled Roger. "Natalie Summers. Isn't she wonderful?"
"Oh, yes, daddy!" replied Laura with delight. "She's scrumptious! I always imagined she'd have nice saggy titties like that! And what a perfect big bottom! I love her nice broad nose and thick negro lips! Is she going to be in the film?"
"Nothing's been decided yet," mused Roger. "We're still in preliminary discussions. But she would be perfect for the mother."
"Absolutely!" agreed Laura.
Natalie couldn't believe they were going on about her as if she wasn't right there hearing it all. It made her feel like a thing to be admired, not a real person.
"I'm seeing about getting her daughter Nessa to audition, too," added Roger.
"Li'l Nessa?!" responded Laura excitedly. "I love her! She's such a little cutie!"
And now, this woman was going on about Danessa like she was a living doll she might be getting for her birthday! Natalie was beside herself, but was stunned into inaction. She just stood there taking it.
"I know," seconded Roger. "I'm going to have her audition in character, too. Hopefully she'll be interested."
"Oh yes!" said Laura. "Well, I'll leave you alone now. This is so exciting! Uh... Is Jenny home?"
"Yes, pumpkin," laughed Roger. "She's here. Go have your fun. I'll see you later."
Laura took another long look at Natalie and disappeared through the archway that Jennifer had exited through earlier. The black woman could only look at the floor. To her shame, she could tell she was still aroused. Could this humiliation actually have excited her?
"Laura is a chip off the old block," Roger told her. "She loves negro women almost as much as I do. I'm a little surprised she remembered your character. She must have been in junior high when Sheriff Lowbrow went off the air. But, she seems to have taken quite a fancy to you."
Natalie expected at least an apology for the interruption if not for the embarrassment she'd suffered. But, it was apparent that none would be forthcoming.
To Roger, it seemed that nothing remarkable had just taken place. Apparently, he felt that it was completely reasonable for his adult daughter to walk in and find him examining a naked woman. He thought it to be perfectly natural for her to engage him in casual conversation about the naked woman as if she were something interesting he'd brought home.
However, instead of being insulted, Natalie was even more turned on. Clearly, Roger and Laura had meant no offense. In fact, they'd seemed completely oblivious to any possible discomfort their attentions and discussion would have on her. They'd been nothing if not complimentary of her appearance and the black woman had to admit to herself that it had stroked her ego a little.
"Come closer, Natalie," instructed Roger. "Stand right here."
Natalie stepped in front of Roger, facing him, her eyes downcast. She shuddered when she felt his hand on her arm, gently stroking her. When his hand moved to her breast, she sighed. It felt good to feel a man's touch on her. She shifted slightly and moved her feet further apart. She hoped he'd recognize the invitation because she longed for him to touch her in an even more intimate spot.
Her legs trembled in anticipation when his fingers traced a line across her belly and between her parted legs. She moaned quietly when his hand cupped her pussy.
"You do like this, don't you, girl?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes, sir," she answered softly.
"I thought so," he smiled.
Roger withdrew his hand, but brushed against her clit as he did. Natalie humped the air for a second. She felt her face flush. Her arousal was obvious to him. Her juices glistened on his hand.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?" Roger teased her.
"It feels good," replied Natalie.
"I bet you want some dick, don't you, girl?" asked Roger.
"Yes, sir," she answered.
"Tell me, Natalie," mused Roger. "What kind of woman comes into a man's apartment, strips on command, and stands still and takes it while he takes liberties with her?"
"I don't know what you askin'" Natalie responded. "I wants to be in yo' movie so I does what you say."
"Come now, girl," he chided her. "You don't care about that movie right now. You want to be fucked. Admit it."
"I do care," protested Natalie desperately. "But I want you to fuck me."
"Would you say that a lady would want that?" asked Roger. "Would a proper colored lady want to be fucked by a man she just met?"
"No, sir," whimpered Natalie, slowly becoming aware of what he wanted to hear.
"Then what kind of woman would?" he prodded her. "Tell me and I'll give you what you need."
"A nigger," she replied at last.
"I thought so," he told her. "Get on your hands and knees, nigger. Put that fat black ass up in the air and get ready for it."
"Yes, sir!" said Natalie excitedly.
Natalie got down on the floor on her hands and knees. She parted her thighs and waited. She heard his fly unzip and his belt buckle jangle. In a second she felt his erection probing between her legs. He entered her easily in a single thrust.
"You want it hard and fast?" he asked after filling her completely.
"God, yes!" exclaimed the black woman.
"You have to tell me what you are, girl," said Roger. "I wanna hear it from you."
"A nigga," gasped Natalie. "Dat's what I is."
Roger pulled almost all the way out and then slammed his dick back into her. Natalie cried out at the suddenness of it. He did it again. And again. Just like any white man, she thought to herself. She slipped into the familiar role from the casting couch. Only this time, she wanted it as bad as he did.
"Dat's right, suh," she drawled. "I's a nigga fo' fuckin'. Fuck yo' nigga good, boss."
The white man pounded into the negro's pussy. Natalie could feel his balls slapping her with each thrust. Her hole was stretched out, but the pain was overwhelmed by the pleasure she felt. All she wanted was to be taken and taken hard.
"Oh yes!" cried Natalie. "You sho' knows how to fuck a nigga, boss! You ain't gotta be gentle wit' me, suh. Fuck me hard! I kin take it."
Inspired by her words, Roger slammed into Natalie's cunt like a man possessed. For a man in his mid fifties, he had no shortage of energy. She felt a familiar feeling stirring deep inside her. Her orgasm built quickly.
"Lawdy!" exclaimed Natalie, pushing her role over the top. "I's cummin', boss! Oh, you doin' me right! Oh! Ah! Oh, lawdy!"
Roger buried his dick in her pussy and shot his load. Natalie came hard as she felt the flood of the white man's seed inside her. Her vagina squeezed his cock involuntarily, milking every drop out of him. It had been a long time since she'd had such a powerful orgasm.
He bent forward, resting his heaving chest on her back. They gradually caught their breath. She could feel his dick soften. After a couple of minutes, he stood up. She turned around and sat up on her knees, looking up into his eyes.
"Let me clean you off, sir," she asked.
Roger just looked down at her without saying anything. Natalie took his slippery member into her mouth and gently sucked her juices off of it. She kissed the tip of his dick nd leaned back, smiling up at him.
"Thank you, sir," said Natalie sincerely. "You sho' knows how to make a nigga feel good."
"I do my best, girl," smiled Roger as he zipped up his fly. "You should get up and get dressed. I've got some things to attend to, so you can go home now."
Natalie glanced towards the windows overlooking the skyline and noticed it was dusk. She'd lost track of time and it was getting late. Slowly, she rose to her feet and started putting her clothes back on.
"I'm afraid Jenny won't be able to give you a ride home," said Roger as he enjoyed watching Natalie dress. "I'm sure she's occupied with Laura right now."
"That's okay," replied Natalie. "I kin git home from here all right."
Roger reached into his wallet. Once Natalie had her clothes back on, he handed some money to her.
"Here's cab fare for you," he told her. "It may be a long ride."
Natalie accepted it without looking at it.
"Thanks," she said. "An' thank you fo' thinkin' of me an Nessa fo' yo' movie, Mister Gray. We do appreciate it. An'... thank you fo' givin' a colored lady what she needs."
"It was my pleasure, Natalie," replied Roger warmly. "I hope to do it again sometime soon. Give me a call when you talk to Nessa and let me know either way. I'll want to see you again, with or without her."
"Yes, sir," blushed Natalie. "I sho' will."
Roger walked Natalie to the entry room and waited with her for the elevator. The doors slid open and she stepped in.
"Hit L for lobby," he told her. "There's a taxi stand just outside the main entrance."
"Thanks," she replied. "Bye, Mister Gray."
The doors slid shut and Natalie rode the elevator down. As she walked across the lobby to the main entrance, she could feel how wet her pussy still was. Her panties were wet with Roger's cum.
Natalie hailed a cab once she got out to the street. When she got in and told the driver her destination, he balked.
"I don't like drivin' in that part of town," said the balding taxi driver. "It's kinda rough there."
Looking at the money Mister Gray had given her, she saw two fifty dollar bills.
"Will this be enough?" she asked, handing one of the fifties to the driver.
"Yes, ma'am!" he replied with a new attitude.
The driver pulled out into traffic and sped along down the boulevard towards the low rent district. Natalie didn't notice the changing street scene. She was too busy reflecting on the series of events that day that started with her getting a phone call from their agent and ended with her on her hands and knees on the floor with a man she just met's dick inside her. What would she tell Danessa when she got home?
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